For as long as I can remember, I have always loved the beach. There is something inherently so magical and mysterious about it, from the way the waves seem to be dancing as they clash against the sand to how the water stretches on endlessly for miles and miles in the distance. The way the…
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Lying on the marble floor, Was a blanket torn apart. But the last valiant thread hanging on, Was the one with a heart. Albeit nothing more than a rag now, Ugliness defined by its skin impaled. But its story was an achingly human one, Mired with quotidian detail. It seemed like yesterday, When…
Atham, Chithira, Chodhi, Vishakam, Anizham, Thriketa, Moolam, Pooradam, Uthradom, Thiruvonam. Ten days, one massive festival. From pookkalams (floral carpets) to sadhyas (feasts) to snake boat races to native art forms to processions to games and gifts, Onam is certainly celebrated with much fanfare by the worldwide Malayali diaspora. Although it has its roots in Hindu…
I usually have a terrible time sleeping on buses, and a recent trip home was no exception. I try to keep a movie ready to watch on my laptop, but this time the Power-Cut Gods conspired to ensure that it wasn’t charged. So remembering the recommendation of a friend, I procured a copy of Genesis…
I managed to glance at it, A really long look in the mirror. ” His face is blank. His skin ghostly pale. His long ruffled hair, Droop over his eyes. And his green eyes seem broken, Like shards of cracked glass. Who is he? I have never seen him. He looks so hollow, Like a…